Evil Wanders Unseen
At midnight each Halloween
scary scenes fill nightmare dreams.
And evil wanders unseen
lurking near the sound of screams.
Stepping outside of the box
I pondered on the undead.
And why zombies take these walks
filling hearts with fear and dread.
Freed from their graves, they're hidden
amidst the shadows of light.
And dine upon forbidden
morsels garnered from the night.
The breaking of nature's rules
spurs supernatural fears.
And motivates these foul ghouls
to be harbingers of tears.
With their moldy flesh rotting,
they feel no pleasure or pain.
And despite all their plotting,
they'll never live again.
An empty shell with no soul,
hunger drives these demon spawn.
For when they crawl from their hole,
it's live brains they feast upon.
(Quatrain)
10/3/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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